'That's 30 fucking stories tall.'
Before it had stood up, it was already taller than any of the surrounding trees, it, however, chose not to stand up, probably because we are too small, like squirrels, just not as fast as one. The guards decide to take the first action, taking a square formation.
It had frog-like eyes, each one moving independently from the other, scanning each person, the oger then stretched its arms forwards, digging them into the ground, grabbing the dirt and roots in front of it, and then pulled with its tremendous upper body strength slinging itself towards us,
As it came, Portia jumped forward, taking a stance, she bent her knees and lowered her body, with her left foot forward, her right hand next to her chest, and her left hand raised guarding her face, with a quick turn of her hips, she extends her right arm forward with a twist, scorching flames bursted out from her clenched fist, that blocked the entire frame of the oger,
Gour-me's beard started to smoke and had to narrow his eyes against the bright flames, he could not imagine what the guards were feeling, as the flames disappeared the oger had been pushed back to the boulders of the stoney banks, making a giant dent on them and all the surrounding water had turned into steam.
She was gasping very heavily, and with each breath, she exhaled puffs of black smoke, 'I need to warm up for this type of shit' she said,
The oger started to get on its feet, with 2 small marbles that indicated that it was a male, it did not seem to care about the flame assault it had just received, he had something clenched in its fist and he threw it, swinging his entire shoulder and body, catapulting a charred log, 'when did he grab that?' Gour-me thought to himself, as the log got closer, it was clear that the log was actually a corpse, a charred smoking corpse of one of the guards, the air and momentum had reignited it into a flaming corpse, hitting one of the paralyzed guards that just realized what he was looking at, the other two awoken from their stupor and ran,
The oger came, making the ground tremble beneath its enormous weight, Gour-me raised his shotgun, it normally would have been able to kill these bunch, but this big one is different, the stone skin is so thick that there are cracks between them so it can move and not to imagine how strong and tough the muscles would have to be, being able to move all that and at that speed too, however, it has really flexible limbs, and to get this much flexibility they have to have less stone hide, if he aims at its joints, then he can neutralize the majority of its danger, Gour-me thought to himself.
He ran towards the side not bothered by the shaking ground, the oger followed suit reaching with his left arm, this time he was overreaching, exactly what Gour-me had wanted, as the giant palm came towards him, he rolled towards it, he could feel the air violently sway as the palm glided only a few meters above him, he aimed up at the soft skin inside of the elbow pit, lethal black smoke came out of the barrel with small pellets of steel, the force so strong it made the giants arm swing back in ways it should not have, and dislocated its shoulder, completely wrecking its arm, on the other side of the equation Gour-me was sent flying backwards, he could barely hold this thing when prone on the ground.
Taking advantage of this Portia lept high in the sky, fire propelling her, Portia's fist was red hot and transparent, showing her veins and nerves, all her muscles had turned into a charged bomb, and she aimed for the eye but, at the last second the oger managed to look up making the blow land on his cheekbone, a large ball of fire engulfed his head, sending shockwaves, that'll rupture the average lung just by being in its vicinity, the oger swung its arm wildly and one of its fingers landed on her, she crossed her arms and her armor turned dark red, with veins all around it that are a little orange, her vambraces had been turned fully orange, the blow landed on her and she got flung away on the now dried banks, rolling several feet backwards, kicking up gravel on the way.
The Oger stumbled backwards and tripped on his own legs, falling, the oger finally let out a cry of pain, it could not decide whether to hold his broken arm or his bruised face, both had caused him agony and through all the pain, his froglike eyes landed on the both of them again, he was crossed eyed, each eye focusing on one of them. He like usual got up again slowly,
Water slowly came back towards the banks, rehydrating the grounds that she stood on, '1 minute,' she said, 'I need one minute to prepare a fatal blow on him.' Gour-me nodded,
Portia took off her plate armor, which was heavily dented around the chest, and threw it off to the side, she then tried to take off her vambraces, but they were too heavily misshapen by the blow, that they could not be taken off anymore, 'I was planning on buying a new pair anyways,' she thought to herself, she exhaled an unimaginably large ploom of smoke, then she took in air without a single pause to exhale, advanced meditation technique, iron furnace, she started to glow red,
The oger went to the side slowly, grabbing a tree and uprooting it casually with its good arm, his palm being so big that he could wrap it around the tree, Gour-me was stuffing shells one after the other on the gun, with a sigh.
The oger started to pay more attention to the glowing girl, he pointed up his gun at its left eye and then pulled the trigger, the oger roared and winced its eye in pain as the pellets land on them, he could not confirm if that blinded him, but he could be positive that the ugly monster now had all its eyes on him, charging at him, the ground shook again, but not Gour-me, he stood still, patiently waiting for the perfect opportunity to charge again, he knew the same trick working again would be highly unlikely, as the oger got closer, Gour-me charged at it,
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The Monster swung wildly again, Gour-me pointed his gun down and launched himself right beneath the Oger, he aimed for the knee pit of the Oger's right leg and then pulled, the muscles and hide were tougher in its legs but not so tough that the pellets couldn't hurt him, and then launching Gour-me on the left side of the monster,
He landed and looked at Portia behind the Oger, she was bright red, boiling the water in her vicinity from her body temperature alone, she had thrown her armor to the side but her vambraces were still on, and they were melting off of her arms, she was holding 5 fingers and then curled up her thumb, a gesture Gour-me could only assume was signaling 40 seconds were left, to him it had felt more like 40 seconds had passed,
He looked up at the Oger again, he was on his knees, his right leg unusable, The Oger overreached towards him again, this time with great difficulty, Gour-me then aimed for the elbow pits again, as he was about to land the iron sight on the target, the eye of the oger opened bloodshot with pain and bloodlust, he pulled the trigger launching himself, the oger used this new momentum to swing its right arm that was holding a tree with unbelievable speed, crackling the air, catching the flying Gour-me in a glancing blow, even though it was a lot better than a stone fist, the leaves and branches were still lethal.
He had his ribs and right lung crushed, and branches were poking out, the Oger started to approach the body, he was hyperventilating, and he had no time to scream, sucking in any possible air he could with his other lung, desperately trying to grab his gun as he looked into the limping oger that was slowly approaching him.
The ant had caused him so much pain, the little thoughts the oger could process brought a smile to his face, as he reached towards the squirming ant. He was violently thrown towards the side, and he slowly felt the heat that started to rise every next moment,
Portia had charged for 30 seconds, the furnace was at half heat and her body's glow resembled that of magma, her mere presence was burning the nearby dry shrubs, and shadows of her bones were casted from within onto her skin, she looked at Gour-me, she was not sure if he will be able to survive even if she finishes this quickly,
Then looked up at the oger again, the stone skin on his side had melted, he was as tall as the mage's towers in the capital, but after she saw him cry in pain, he hade'nt looked so tall, she joins her hands together in the wrist cupping them in an open palm, the flow of chi could be visually seen, as her glow gets pumped into her palm in intervals of a heart beat, a light shoned so bright the oger could not even look at it and had to raise his arms, she had wanted to start with this but Gour-me's mere proximity would have had him bursted up on flames, she then condensed the light into a single red point,
The dot was launched towards the oger, with bright yellow trails, on impact a huge ball of light consumed the entire oger and blew away the melted skin, launching super-heated shockwaves, as ball of fire subsided, the oger was still alive and wailing around, covered in flames that slowly died down, its entire body was melting where it had stone skin, the opened parts charred, eyes burnt but still barely working, the tree he was holding had caught on fire, he then threw the tree like a javelin, she took in a deep breath and spewed out a jet at flame on the tree, as it reached halfway it turned to ashes before it could hit her,
As the flame cleared, she was the one jetting towards the oger being propelled by concentrated flames, the oger threw a straight punch to meet the flying fire ant, and she met him blow for blow, the mass of the oger vs the momentum of Portia, at the short moment they met he started to win the war, blue fire came out of her elbow propelling her arm further, punching away his giant fist into the ground with her rotation,
Her desired target was right in front of her, she knew at this level, outward attacks were unlikely to settle him before she overheated, she charged her palm and zigzagged in the air from left to right, coming for his face, as she reached his face, she dug her feet between the cracked and melted crevices, she put her palm on the exposed burnt skin, advanced technique, tectonic eruption, letting her chi flow as deeply as she can, piercing through his own life force, it was weak, signaling how near to death he was, she could reach the surface of his brain, then detonated her invading chi,
The explosion meshes his brain and kills him, at least that was what was supposed to happen, 'oh,' she said dejectedly, the furnace ran cold, and they now found themselves in an awkward staredown, the oger was too tired to move another twitch of his muscles, and she was out of charge, her normal chi would suffice, she repenetrated the ogre's chi, this time with much difficulty, she had confidence that this would be enough to still kill him, as she made her way into his brain, a loud scream had pierced her ears, making her aim off, and instead blowing the eardrums of the oger, he too had regained enough stamina along with the pain to shake her off, as she landed on her back she coughed up a large cloud of black smoke, she looks towards the scream and it was a little girl, holding Gour-me's corpse, as she feared it was already too late for him, he was laying in a pool of his own blood.
The little girl was staring at the oger with tears streaming out of her eyes going down her cheeks, she raised an open palm towards the oger that was panting heavily, the air around her palm distorted a little, and little white characters started to appear in the distorted circular area, 'a mage huh',
Portia could hear parts of her chant, 'in nominee, the girl said, mages usually chant to help remember parts of the scriptures, 'et pyro,' she heard the keyword of the basic magic spell, fireball, about half a feet in diameter, though judging as how emotional she got, she is, at the least a beginner at combat magic, it probably would be weak and might miss at this great of a distance, she looked up again at the oger, she knew this was not about food, survival or any other bullshit anymore, any hunter would have already run away when they receive even a tenth of the resistance they put up today, he and I looked again, what a way to end,
He raises his fist, then his head gets embalmed by an unimaginably strong force of pure heat, so hot that even Portia could feel it after all her years of tolerance training, pieces of stone fell towards her, rolling out of the way, she quickly got up on her knees, the oger was flung away, an experience he was now quite familiar with, he hadn't even bothered screaming, the oger got up again, and tried to stand, but its left leg gave out,
How did a basic spell like that deal such damage and such casting speed too, even a royal mage wouldn't be able to, right? She could have sworn she heard the chant of the basic fireball spell,
She had thought she was wrong about her preconception of how strong warriors react to death, but as she looked at the little mage, she found herself to be right, the mage's arms were charred to the bone, and she was groveling at the ground. She probably had a special ability to amplify magic to a godly amount, if anyone, of any importance heard of her, how would that have shaken the kingdom or the world, she could have been amongst the greatest of heroes, maybe even next to the 13.
How tragic would it be, if she died here, with a new sense of duty Portia looked at the oger, she can still deal 3 meaningful attacks before her chi gives out, or she overheats, whichever comes first, the mage would be dead.
The oger had gotten its breath back and started to stagger her way, Portia also came towards him. As they were about to clash, purple light rained over the oger, in an instant his head disappeared, and then, a shape resembling the ugly face, bulged out of its chest, he fell to the ground with one last tremor.
Portia then looked above, towards the source of the light.